Summer Session 2, Scoobying Workshop #6, Afternoon 8/15/2006 (Main Campfire)

[soldtoarmenians]

[Roster]

Spread out on the table in front of the firepit is a mini-smorgasbord of weird-flavored candy - Cinnamon Altoids, mega-sour Warheads, a couple of bags of Bertie Bott's Every Flavor Beans, and really, really, really salty licorice.

Xander, looking relaxed and grinning widely, waves a hand at the spread. "Help yourselves; it's there if you need a little inspiration for today's activity. Which is a really, really hard one, so you'll need a lot of practice - lemme demonstrate." He pops a piece of salty black licorice into his mouth, and makes a face.

After chewing and swallowing with a grimace that doesn't completely replace his grin, he says, "Words are great; I love words. You can't do without 'em for stuff like lying and talking yourself out of kidnap situations. But sometimes on a team, you're just not gonna be able to express yourself in words. Maybe because the bad guys might hear you, or because you know if you open your mouth you're gonna tell your team leader exactly what you think of that plan, and that might not be the brightest thing to do at that moment which never tends to stop me -- but you've got to do something. That's where a repertoire of expressive faces comes in handy."

Xander grabs an Atomic Fireball and drops that in his mouth, then makes another face. "Get the idea? You don't have to use the candy; it's just there if you need it. What I want you guys to do today is talk to each other about anything you want -- but no actual talking. You only get to talk with your face, not your voice."

[Open! Posted early for great...earliness.]

How to Win Friends and yadda yadda yadda [8/15]

[dr-snark.livejournal.com]

Cox belts out a sharp peircing whistled and points for everyone to sit down in their seats. When everyone is at least pretending to pay attention, Cox begins his rant lecture.

"If you're like me? Chances are people are going to annoy you with their pesky personal problems that will distract you from your main goal in life. In order to deal with this issue you must learn to ( look like you care when really you don't. )

Writing Workshop - 08/15 - Journalism Classroom - Tuesday Morning

[mycanonhatesme]

Chloe looks far, far too pleased for this early on a Tuesday morning, especially since she doesn't even appear to have coffee in front of her.

( Week 6: Fanfiction )

First Aid II, Danger Shop, Tuesday Morning

[blonde-doctor.livejournal.com]

Elliot was rubbing her forehead as the students filed in, and her voice was soft as she greeted them.

"Hey. I have a killer headache, and today's class is a review session anyhow. I've gotten the Danger Shop to give each of you a laptop loaded with a computer game designed to test your emergency-management skills. Post your scores and I'll have a prize next week for the person with the highest one."

"Next week we'll finish with a Danger Shop party like last time. If you want to invite a guest? Go for it."

Done talking, Elliot rests at her desk, eyes closed.

Library [08/15]

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

Rory hurried into the library bright and early, and settled herself behind the desk with her laptop.

She spent a little time looking up sonnets, since it had been awhile since she'd read her favorites anyway, then left that open in a tab.

If anyone came along, you see, she could switch to it quickly from the Wendy the Werewolf Stalker fic she was reading.